Monday, June 4, 2012

Eating Omily: Snack Time and Shop Time

Fair warning: rhubarb won't be around much longer!  Neither will tender salad greens and spinach, or crisp, sweet sugar snap peas.  Those things all love these chilly, damp days, and Summer is just around the corner!

Of course, I won't be too disappointed once I see those fat, heirloom tomatoes come rolling in!  What was I cooking this week?  Asparagus of course!  I need to start buying that stuff in big bunches if I want to have it around later; that season, too, is on its last legs.  Shelling peas are another seasonal favorite of mine I haven't indulged in enough yet.  That two-week trip at the beginning of May has got me all off kilter seasonally!

I'll keep this post short for today, and report back with pictures of what's in the market in early June in the next couple days, to get us all back on track!

For today, let me offer you this incredibly simple and satisfying recipe for English, or shelling, peas.  I adapted it from The Art of Simple Food by Alice Waters.

Buttered Peas:

Shell your peas, and put the pods aside.  Depending on how much little fibers bother you, you can saute those, or throw them into a green smoothie.  To avoid the fibrous texture all together, simmer them in water, then strain them out for a veggie broth.

Put the peas in a sauce pan with just a little water, not even enough to cover the peas, and turn the heat on to a simmer.  When the water has basically all evaporated, add a pat of butter, and some salt and pepper, and toss.
They look even better with a sheen of butter...
  Trust me, these guys are better than popcorn, and of course, pack a bigger nutritive punch!  That said, there's nothing wrong with fiber-rich, crunch-tastic popcorn!
See?  They're practically the same!
 Speaking of which, quick edit to that recipe: Once your test kernels pop, pour in your popcorn, put the lid back on, and pull the pan off the heat for ten seconds before letting it go to town.  Just trust me.  More popping, less burning!  And be sure you're using a big enough pan: three quarts for 1/3 cup popcorn kernels is great.

So I'll leave you to your snacking, but make it quick!  FYI you guys, there are all kinds of Rain Sales at the Farmer's Market when the weather turns wet!  Grab an umbrella and get out there!!

Nom nom nom...
~em

Saturday, June 2, 2012

The Omily Tarot: The Five of Swords

Tarot?  On a Saturday??  Why not?  You have ten minutes, and I have an hour!  We're still in the tricky territory of the fives: our first big upset in a journey that's just halfway over, and we've made it up to the Swords.  Swords are all about thoughts, ideas, words, frank appraisals, and brutal honesty.  They're my kind of suit!  But before we jump in, a quick explanation: The Omily Tarot is where I offer up my interpretation of a tarot card from the Waite-Smith deck, based on elemental and numerical associations, as well as the images on the cards itself.  The posting schedule is once a week, and in the downtime, I'm hard at work interpreting the whole deck according to this system.  When I'm finished, it will be professionally designed into a lovely zine, which you can buy on my website.  Yay!  I'm excited.

The Five of Swords
5 of Swords

"Ironically enough, the sword is the only 5 card that could be construed as happy on some level based on the imagery alone.  The figure on this card smiles as he collects the weapons of his foes, who wander away toward the sea in the background.  Has he won a fair fight with them, or did he trick them out of their weapons?  It doesn’t seem likely he could have won a sword fight balancing three swords in his arms.  He may be using his brains to obtain his victories, and so far, it’s working.  On the other hand, those guys may be victims only of themselves: choosing expansive dreams, represented by the body of water they move toward, over heavy, tough to handle reality, represented by their abandoned swords.  Who hasn’t longed for a break from objective truth?
Maybe one of those guys is the Negative Nancy crying over spilled milk in the five of Cups!  With his head down he’s just waiting to be taken advantage of, after all.  Approaching this card from the 4 of Swords, we start to wander if he didn’t spend too much time isolated from his fellow man, and from his weapon, for his own good.  He seems to have lost perspective on what a sword is for, and what other human beings are for, too.   There’s always such a thing as too much for your own good.  From the perspective of the losers of this fight, taking a break may lead to a minor setback, but as we explored in the last card, that doesn’t mean it isn’t the right thing to do.
Has our hero taken on more than he can handle?  If those two swords slip he’ll have a nasty wound to contend with.  The swords are often about being objective enough to let go of what you don’t need, and that is the key to the ‘crisis of spirit’ described by the fives. This guy faces the sword challenge: take the easy way out by satisfying his pride and holding onto every trophy as proof of his mental prowess, or recognize that his future success is threatened by the weight he carries, and release his pride and ego in honor of a higher truth? 
In a reading, this may be a time to release some of what you worked for, perhaps as an investment into future growth, or just as a chance to improve your karma by giving back.  Even if you can take it with you, it might not be worth it.  You don’t have to win every argument, or force everyone you know to acknowledge the truth you’ve discovered: let your dad believe what he wants if he’s not listening, and if you want to keep your friend, don’t lord it over him or her when you prove you’re right."

The five of swords may represent a time to be honest with yourself about how you got as far as you got.  A major sword challenge may be just admitting that your success so far was ill-gotten, and perhaps not worth pursuing.   And of course, ask yourself if you're one of the people down by the water, their truth, or their stake in the world around them, abandoned for a world loftier perhaps, but too remote to truly compete with the here and now most of the time.  Sometimes the swords and cups seem to be too at odds to come from the same philosophy, but there are no true contradictions in the tarot, just an acknowledgement that life is complicated enough to hold various truths simultaneously.

~em

Friday, June 1, 2012

Kitten Pose

So, how has the yoga been going?

Making progress toward handstand: I'm hovering for a second before coming back down when kicking up center floor.

I haven't been practicing asana frequently enough to maintain the flexibility I gained a year ago.  Still frustrating...

On the other hand, my spine is getting super twisty, which is fun.

How's meditation been since meditating every day for the month of February?  It's always on the table, but as far as actually sitting down and doing it, that doesn't happen everyday. 

How about you?  Still plugging away?  Taking a Summer break?  Letting the sunshine inspire  you to ramp up?  Don't forget to take advantage of the nice weather to practice asana or meditation outside!  It's so refreshing...

Well, aside from doing a lot of warriors, I've learned a lot about kittens this week.  Today marks the one week anniversary with a pair of black kittens we're fostering through the ASPCA while they gain weight before their neuter surgery.

Wesley and Gunn are, of course, adorable little balls of fuzzy energy.  Oh good Lord...so much energy...they have an uncanny ability to make a mess out of anything, climb anything, escape anything, and make you love them at the same time.

They also eat a lot.  Two cans of kitten food each per day, which is a lot when you don't yet weigh two pounds.  At this second, their favorite game is, "Climbing the Laundry Hamper and Pushing the Stack of Papers Put There to Stop Us From Pushing It off the Bed off the Hamper"  They're supplementing this game with fine rounds of "Chew the Plants" and "Fall off of Things"

They were skittish at first, scooting under furniture at our approach, and needing to be tricked to come out with a string toy, but they've largely settled down now, and have entered the "Kitty Hypnosis" phase, where if I give them a good rubdown, they'll settle down enough to be plopped into my lap, and from there,  continued pets, scratches, and rubs result in a state of semi-consciousness characterized by slowly closing eyes, rumbling purrs, and complete limpness.

I guess what I'm saying is what I already knew: kittens are a lot of fun, but a lot of trouble, too.  I think the husband is already looking forward to their being dropped back off at the ASPCA next Friday.  I've heard that black kittens are the slowest to be adopted, which is sad, because these two are so precious, and I think black cats are gorgeous, the way their features blend so well, they look like the silhouette of a cat, instead of the actual animal, if lit right.  If you're in the market for a sweet little kitty to call your own, Wesley and Gunn are as well behaved as can be expected, thoroughly litter box trained, friendly little kitties who may wind up being left to linger at the shelter past adorable kittenhood if you or someone you know in search of a feline family addition doesn't step up.

Other things I've learned from kittens include:

Stop leaving unfinished projects lying about.  Actually go through that pile of paper, instead of moving it from surface to surface throughout the day.

Go with the flow.  If someone much bigger than you wants a cuddle, well, they're going to get it, so no use making a fuss.

Get lots of exercise.

Get lots of sleep.

Hmmm...maybe I'll make those my Summer goals...

Wish me luck!

Live Omily...kittenly?
~em




P.S. They've since moved onto "Kick Plastic Bags Under the Dresser", another favorite around here.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Eating Omily: You're Toxic, I'm Slipping Under

It's been a bakey week in my apartment.  Jealous?  First there was the strawberry-rhubarb crumble, built to simultaneously make the best use of one of my favorite fruits, and use up the the last of the frozen strawberries.  It worked gloriously.  I've been eating it for breakfast with plain yogurt on the side most days.  Then, there was the chocolate silk pie, necessitated by the soft tofu languishing in my fridge a few days past the use-by date.  The pie came out delicious, too, but that's another post.


Let's get back to one of my favorite fruits.  Ah, rhubarb!  Mysterious, tart, floral, astringent, citrusy, complex, and...highly toxic!  What's not to love??  Ok, maybe that's just me being attracted to danger...besides, the rhubarb stalks we eat are substantially less toxic and are probably safe to eat raw!  The leaves that grow at the ends of those stalks on the other hand...those can kill you dead.
So, when was the last time you tasted rhubarb?  Was it in the form of a store-bought strawberry-rhubarb pie?  Odds are all you tasted was strawberry.  People are never brave enough with their rhubarb.  Personally, I prefer a straight up rhubarb crisp, so I can really get right into those tart flavors...rhubarb is also laughingly easy to turn into jam!  Just let chopped rhubarb sit with an equal amount of sugar overnight, then bring to a boil, and keep boiling for five minutes.  When it cools, it will be jam.  Feel free to can it, freeze it, use to ingratiate yourself to anyone who invites you to brunch, spread on toast and waffles, etc. etc. etc.

The wikipedia page for rhubarb offers this little gem: "It [rhubarb] has also become a common nickname for women in Vermont."

Another thing, aside from being toxic and a woman in Vermont, that makes rhubarb special is that it is a rare bird, indeed: a vegetable that is treated like a fruit.  We all make a fuss about tomatoes being fruits treated like vegetables, but they are far from alone.  The entire squash family: zucchinis, summer and winter squash, pumpkins, etc. are fruits.  So are cucumbers.  On the other hand, no other veggie is treated like a fruit the way rhubarb is, and, in fact, in 1947, a court in New York ruled that rhubarb is a fruit because of the way that it's used, even though it is decidedly not a fruit botanically speaking.  Crazy renegade judge!  That, too, is courtesy of the Wikipedia page.

But speaking of rhubarb, because we are, it occured to me the other day that though I offered a sweet Summer libation recipe, I offered nothing for those who might be teetotalers!  Are there any teetotalers left?  Well, maybe you're just on a cleanse and avoiding anything that makes your liver work hard.  Either way, I have a sweet Summer potion for your drinking pleasure, too!

Rhubarb Soda.   Yay! 

Take equal parts water and rhubarb, and add a quarter cup of sugar for every two cups of rhubarb, and half a vanilla bean, if you can be bothered to get one.  Chop the rhubarb into small pieces, and combine all the ingredients in a saucepan.  Bring it up to a boil, then reduce the heat, and let it simmer till the volume has reduced by half, and the rhubarb is falling apart, about fifteen minutes.  Strain the juice from the rhubarb, and you'll see more rhubarb magic: the juice will be a delicate pink, and the pulp will be a warm green!  You can discard the pulp of course, but why would you?  It's tender, and sweet with vanilla syrup!  I like to stir it into plain yogurt for a tasty, tart snack. 

Refrigerate your rhubarb syrup, use or freeze within five days, and when the mood strikes, put ice in a glass, and add one part rhubarb syrup to three parts of soda water.  Swirl your rhubarb syrup around before pouring, to mix in all the little solids that precipitate out when it sits in the fridge.  Yum!  Light, sweet-tart, refreshing, and the color of a ballet slipper.  If you aren't cleansing, you can also mix it one to one with tequila over crushed ice for an incredible take on the margarita.  Do that.

Rhubarb is also precious because it has a short season.  Which is happening...now!  Don't miss it!  Buy too much, then blanch and freeze to keep those amazing rhubarb flavors happening all Summer long.  After a taste of this poison paradise, you might be addicted, but you won't be sorry!

[insert Britney's "Toxic" here]
~em

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

The Omily Tarot: The Five of Cups

It's Tuesday, and it's Tarot Day!  Did you have a lovely weekend?  Grill some dogs?  Sleep in on a Monday?  Great!  Now that we're back in the work week, it's time to keep moving through the fives.  What?  The fives?  Why?  Because this is the Omily Tarot!  Each week I go over my interpretation of a tarot card from the Waite-Smith deck based on numerical, and elemental significances, as well as the images on the cards themselves.  When I've finished interpreting the whole deck, it's going to be professionally designed into a gorgeous zine available for purchase.  Won't that be fun?  So, we've faced the big challenge of the staves: cooperation.  Next up is the big challenge for the cups.  Last we left those chalices of watery emotion and dreams, they were waxing contemplative, carefully assessing their situation before moving forward.  So did it work?

The Five of Cups
"Our figure stands, head down and wrapped in a black cloak, facing the three spilled cups.  He seems tempted to allow his efforts thus far to go to waste.  If he’d only take the time to turn away from his happy dreams, flowing away from him down the river, he’d see that there are two cups left, steady ground on which to build: if he turns back to his original choice, he may find the strength and the motivation to see this through.  What happened to the joy and confidence expressed in the three of cups?
Remember the description of the four of cups as the honeymoon being over?  Our clever character took a time out to assess if this situation or relationship was worth pursuing, or in need of a major overhaul. Maybe that time of solitude was actually pretty satisfying, and now the question of opening up and sharing life with another has become that much more complicated.  When those beautiful dreams of couple-bliss are going to be sullied by reality, it just doesn’t look like as much fun anymore.   Maybe knocking over the three cups shown on the last card illustrated how unfulfilling what they contained really was.
Where will a choice to walk away lead him?  We don’t know.  The land looks barren.  The town in the distance may be the safe choice, but as any dreamer knows, the safe choice is rarely the most fulfilling.  The dreamy cups have a tendency to throw the baby out with the bathwater when things aren’t going exactly their way.  Being in touch with your emotions is essential for a well-lived life, but it can be a short trip from there to being governed by your emotions, which is to be strapped onto the most intense, non-stop roller coaster imaginable.  Of course, there’s a difference between throwing away your progress at the first sign of pain or difficulty, and dreaming big and holding out for what you really want.  After some contemplation, its obvious things aren’t as magical and perfect as they looked in the three of cups, but the question is: are they still good enough to take a gamble on?  With this card the question is not how to proceed, but will this person proceed.  And until the figure on the card can move beyond the pain he or she is feeling, the answer won’t appear.
In a reading, you can easily spot what event this card is referring to: when did you last feel gut-wrenching disappointment?  This card reminds us that new beginnings and opportunities are always a part of loss if we are ready to see them.  If the end of the honeymoon turned out to the end of your relationship, feel grateful it happened now and not five years later, and enjoy the free time and energy you have to invest in relationships you already know are meaningful and healthy.  If the career path you were so excited about turned out to be unrealistic, keep a healthy perspective, and don’t let yourself mourn a future that never was for too long.  There’s a whole list of other exciting majors to choose from!"

Even for happy cups, loss is a part of life!  Remember that in most cases, pain is only our resistence to change.  If you accept the situation, it becomes bearable.  If you really can't imagine what good there can be in a situation, ask your tarot deck!  Pull a few cards, and you'll quickly see the other side of your loss.

~em

Monday, May 28, 2012

Define: Marriage

Gay people want their right to marry.  In their fight for this right, the approach has typically been to focus on the fact that they are being denied civil rights by being denied marriage.  This makes perfect sense, because the inability to marry the person they choose as their romantic partner does deprive them of important civil rights and protections. 

The problem though, is that I think most people who are against gay marriage are not against gay marriage on the basis that gay people should not have civil rights.  There are probably a few sign-carrying crazies who adopt precisely that stance, and there are probably more who subconsciously feel that way though they would never admit it to themselves, but for the most part, I think, these people are just normal, generally loving and accepting human beings who are afraid of change.

And, we have to face it, we are proposing a really big change.  We don't like to discuss this issue from the perspective of the institution or definition of marriage much.  I just got a petition in my inbox the other day asking an online dictionary to change its definition of marriage from 'a union between a man and a woman' to 'a union between two people'.  It's quite reasonable to say that's a change whose time has come.  It's quite reasonable to say that that's how we've thought of marriage all along anyway.

The thing is, though, that isn't how we've, collectively, thought of marriage all along.  Marriage does have a documented, lengthy, international history of being a union between one man and one woman.  We are in fact changing an institution that's been around a long time, and has a lot to do with the fabric of our society (for better or for worse...).  I'm in favor of that change, but if we refuse to recognize and discuss what we are proposing with our opponents, how can we ever have the kind of open debate that has the potential to change hearts and minds?  All we'll be doing is shouting at each other.  And it looks like that's about what's happening.

So, Marriage: the social institution under which a man and woman establish their decision to live as husband and wife by legal commitments, religious ceremonies, etc.

Why was it accepted and defined as being only between members of the opposite sex, anyway?  Let's consider why marriage came to be in the first place.

There was a time in our species when there was no marriage.  There was a lot of sex, a lot of children, a lot of hardship, and some pair bonding that in some cases may have been permanent.  I'm referring to our early hunter-gatherer days.

Then, for various reasons I forget because I'm not an anthropologist, we started growing things.  This required us to stay in the same place, at least for the period of a growing season.  We started building shelters, acquiring objects, having time in which to try new things.  This was the beginning of civilization.  Suddenly, you didn't have just yourself and perhaps a favorite digging stick you carried around with you.  You had: yourself, your perhaps quite sizable, and carefully located hut, all the produce you could grow, and all the cool stuff you were able to trade your produce for: maybe a very pretty pot or two, a nice rug, who knows.  These objects belonged equally to your offspring as well as to yourself, but if you were enjoying the old style of mating, who knew who your children were!  You couldn't share your belongings with a whole primitive city of urchins!   That once somewhat rare practice of pair bonding became a much more practical choice: any children this one woman had were yours, and no one else's were.  The whole ceremony, and official status of the pair bonding came about later, but you get the idea.

Marriage was not founded because two humans loved each other sooooo much they wanted to tell the whole tribe they wanted to be together forever.  And marriage was not founded because two people wanted a secure, permanent place for their children to grow up in.  They had the tribe for that, back in the days when we understood that it takes a village.

Marriage was founded on economics within a society that all too quickly made the shift to patriarchal once men figured out they had something to do with the whole making new humans thing.

And that's how it was for a long, long time.  You (or more likely your father) chose your spouse based on who would make a good alliance from a political standpoint, and increase your holdings from an economic one.  There was a great deal of negotiation, and things like dowries cropped up to help encourage the taking off of one's hands of those pesky second-class-citizens, and the church stepped in to point out that one of the most precious results of marriage, and the reason it was to be a permanent stable union, were the children that resulted.

Now, I don't know when this idea first started.  We see it in shakespear's plays, so obviously a hot second ago, but it's an idea that's still up for debate much much later in the days of Jane Austin: marrying for love.  What a crazy idea!  Basing a lifetime commitment with very real economic consequences on a fickle emotion??  That's a good way to end up both poor, and miserable!  Or so a lot of people still thought at the time.  But, this wacky new fad of marrying for love simply wouldn't die.  All of Jane Austin's heroines managed it, and here we are, two-hundred years later, pretty well set on the idea that marriage is for LOVE, dammit, and not economic or political alliance!

So, why is marriage defined as a union between one man and one woman?  Because, one man and one woman are capable of producing offspring, and we need to know whose offspring are whose, so we know who to pass the purse strings to.  Since a homosexual union does not produce biological offspring, marriage did not include homosexual pairings.

To put it another way: our current definition of marriage, which many people are fighting tooth and nail to defend, is based on marriages of political and economic convenience, not our current standard: marriages based on love, and potentially the mutual desire to raise children in a stable, loving relationship.

When you put it that way, it becomes pretty clear that we are way behind in terms of redefining marriage.  We did it two-hundred years ago, give or take.  We've changed the definition of marriage from something that is inherently hetero because it was instituted to solve an inherently hetero problem, to something that is inherently open to anyone who is capable of love, and making a lifetime commitment: two adults of sound mind and free will.

And one more thing: There are other places to get a definition of marriage besides a dictionary.  Many sacred scriptures explicitly define marriage as between one man and one woman.  Of course, any religious institution has the right to marry or refrain from marrying any couple it pleases in accordance with its beliefs.  This can very simply be kept separate from a couple's legal rights to marry.  In the Catholic Church, for example, a hetero couple consisting of two people who have been divorced from previous marriages may obtain a legal marriage and have access to all the rights and privileges that entails, but they cannot be married within the Catholic Church, and their marriage will not be recognized for religious purposes.  Because we have freedom of religion in this country, and a wide variety of beliefs, we cannot legally define marriage based on one, or even several, religions' definition.


 So, do you think it's about time to update our dictionaries and our laws, and bring them in line with what we think marriage is in the 21st century?

I do.

Live Omily,
~em

Friday, May 25, 2012

Eating Omily: Freeze, Infuse, and Be Merry!

As we close in on that ambiguous moment of having 'made it through the Winter', (I know, Memorial Day means Summer to you guys, but my fingers are staying crossed till my quarts of tomatoes have been used up, and fresh ones are right around the corner...), I get to evaluate my first year as a home preserver.  That sounds like the opposite of a home wrecker, but no, I don't go around counseling men to use their head instead of their...anyway.

I've got one or two quarts of tomatoes left, so it looks like nine was about the magic number for those...ten wouldn't have hurt, and I would have liked to have more dried tomatos on hand.  Dill pickles were my personal favorite, with dilly beans playing a close second at first...but I'm over them now.  I may do two batches of dills instead!  And I give up on preserving beats!  I don't think much of them fresh, and no canning recipe I've tried makes me like them more.

We definitely had enough jams and jellies to sustain us, even though I didn't make those classics: strawberry and blueberry jam.  My blood orange marmalade was the hit of the house!  I found a last jar tucked in the back of the canned goods cupboard the other day, and we waxed jubilant!   I'll just have to break the seasonal rules and do a batch this Spring, before canning gets underway big-time.  I never did get a hold of a big watermelon to do watermelon jelly with.  I'd really like to do that, but it will definitely mean extra jelly on my hands, unless I skip rhubarb jam this year.  That's a shame, since rhubarb jam is without a doubt the easiest spread to make, but if I'm honest I prefer rhubarb cooked up in a fruit crisp, where it can retain some of its toothsome tartness, and it's not the cheapest flavor around, with its short season, so maybe I'll freeze some for future crisps, instead of jamming it. 

I shirked on apples and pears this Fall, which really is alright, because those are around all year round at my Farmer's Market; there are just more varieties during Apple and Pear Season.  I really enjoyed the chewy dried apple rings I made, though, and am interested in doing dried pear chips this year.  The frozen asparagus didn't retain its texture as well as I had hoped; it came out better if I chopped it into bite-sized pieces instead of serving it whole.  My husband loved the mustard asparagus pickles, but I'll be toning down the mustard in the recipe just the same, in the hopes of tasting the asparagus.  The frozen green beans were good, but the jury is still out on the dried ones.  I love their chewier texture, but my husband isn't a fan, so we still have half my airtight container left, waiting to add extra nutrients to brown rice, and soups.  I'll do less this year for sure.

I just finished up my frozen (rasp, black, and blue)berry stash this morning, and I never did infuse brandy with two cups of it, so that confirms that berries are a hot commodity, and I need to get as many as possible into my freezer when they come rolling in.  Strawberries, on the other hand, probably because they take longer to thaw, and the difference in texture between fresh and frozen/thawed is more obvious, didn't get all eaten.  Even after using two cups to infuse vodka with, there are still some left, and the fresh ones are already coming in!  So I can definitely enjoy eating those fresh, and if I find myself with a bunch frozen at the end of the season, they'll be going into vodka bottles, and jam pots, and maybe one jar of infused vinegar, for sunny, strawberry vinaigrettes...

And I think that's it...this year there will be more infusing, different jams, different, freezing, and different drying, and a little less canning.  Sounds about right!

 But, before I go, I have to show you what I'm the most excited about right now...
What is this dark, and juicy stranger??
It's...an infusion in progress!  Two cups of last season's frozen strawberries are working alchemical magic with two cups of vodka to form sweet, ruby red, decadent strawberry vodka!  Perfect for Summer cocktails.  I cannot wait.
As you can see, the berries are already losing a lot of color to the vodka, and by the end of a week, they'll be looking pretty sad, so we'll strain them out, press them for every ounce of strawberry vodka goodness, then eat them!  Hoohoohahaha!!!

Did I mention how simple infusions are?  Take the fruit (or veggie if you're feeling creative) of your choice, and mix it in a clean jar with approximately an equal amount of not-your-best liquor.  Any subleties will be lost to the fruit, so as long as it's not gag-inducing on its own, it will be great as an infusion.  We use Tito's, which is the best vodka for the money...ever.  Brandy, rum, tequila, or whiskey can all be infused, too, just think carefully about how the flavors will go together, and how you'll serve your resulting tipple.  Let the jar sit in a cool, dark place for about a week, and give it a shake every couple days to encourage full flavor mingling.  Stone fruits, like cherries or peaches, tend to hold their shape and color better than others, so you can potentially leave those in the booze, for an enticing snack or garnish!  Have fun stocking your hipster-rific bar!

Drink Omily!
~em